There is not much that is restful about vacation when you're the mom. Especially when you take three children along to a place that is JAM FREAKIN' PACKED with stuff to do and see and touch. And when you aren't doing 'stuff'- they want to go to the pool. And then they aren't in the pool- they are hungry. And when they aren't hungry- they want to go back to the pool. Toss in our accomodations, which were a simply gorgeous luxurious ocean front condo, that happened to have a washer & dryer...........and a kitchen................and my time was pretty packed.
But in a glorious kind of way. Because I would never ever never in a gazillion years have chosen to go on a vacation any other way. It was marvelous. Just perfectly perfect. A nice refreshing breath of air that I was desperately in need of.
But when you bookend a already busy fabulous fun week with a 12 hour straight through drive each way (all through the night).............it makes a mom kind of tired.
And so that is where I am today. Too tired to get the pictures off my camera and tell you about our week. Mostly because I let Sam use my camera while we ate at an outdoor pizza cafe and he may have taken over 100 pictures of, well- not much, and I need to go through and delete them off the camera before I download/upload/connect the cord to the computer.
But I will bore you to tears with our vacation later this week. Pinky promise.